Hudgens is on now, and I’m waiting quite impatiently for Tom.

Ida left last night around 4:30. I’m happy for her, but so envious! I have so many days left still.

Ida left just in time because Misery was on today. When I called her Misery, she responded this time by pointing to her name tag. (her real name’s Chaicowski or something like that) I mentioned how she’s a dead ringer for Kathy Bates (but left out the part about how much misery she brings people) and she said the sergeant mentioned reading in the paper that she’s to be presenting the Oscars.

That’s the third fucking time we’ve had weenies in 4 days! What the fuck is this weenie trip we’re on?

My newfound fondness for Hudgens dwindled a little bit. First she let the fucking food sit forever so it could get cold, then she let Myra serve when the bitch has a cold. What a stupid idiot she is!

Marilyn was telling me how she began hooking to support her drug habit, but I don’t know how the hell she ever pulled it off. She’s pretty homely looking, although, for the most part, all guys want to do to women is fuck them, insult their intelligence, then dump them (Marilyn’s of average height/weight with brown eyes and curly brown hair a few inches below her shoulders, in case I didn’t already say so).

I asked Marilyn if she was really threatened and she said no. I figured as much. I think Ida was the only one who was really threatened back when she was in the tents.

Saw Tom and showed him the card I got from Helen. He’s still working a lot. He says she misses me more the more he’s at home.

Tom reassured me a little about this PO shit, but I don’t know. Something’s been teasing me as far as living in that house goes from the get-go. First it was with the set-up process, and now that I’ve been in the house for the near year I was in it, which felt like only a few months, I get yanked back out of it. Am I meant to live there or not?

Yes!! Loud-mouth, bleach-happy Maria’s going to GP, so now there’s a bed open in a big cell. Well, that could be a good thing, actually. If there was a fight in the lower big cell, they could come up to this one, rather than swap with me or Marilyn.